Tag Archives: writing

Anticipating the August Upper Peninsula Book Tour!

OK, I can almost hear you wondering. What?  She’s gone and wrote a book and didn’t tell us about it? Rest easy, dear reader.  When and if I write a book you’ll surely know six months in advance! However, I … Continue reading

Posted in July 2014 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 28 Comments

The Green Man

I spend seconds, minutes, hours, days, watching leaves on our forest trees. Electric early-summer leaves in shades of velvet green and lime green and verdant green. Leaves fluttering. Leaves lying stock-still, not phased by any ruffling wind. Leaves kissed by … Continue reading

Posted in June 2014 | Tagged , , , , , , , | 26 Comments

Tea in a wicker chair overlooking the lake

We shall sit outside, shall we, on a wicker chair overlooking the lake on a still morning in late May.  We shall don sweatshirts and baggy pants and sprawl contented as waves lap nearby. Birds twitter and sing and a … Continue reading

Posted in May 2014 | Tagged , , , , , | 62 Comments

Hi ho, hi ho, it’s off to work I go (after a quick blog)

This morning, awake at 5:45 a.m., after stoking the wood stove, igniting the gas beneath the tea kettle, pouring a pink glass of grapefruit juice, I turned on the Kindle Fire to check email. There, sitting so innocently in the … Continue reading

Posted in February 2014 | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 54 Comments

Burn, baby, burn

I.  Stoking the wood stove hour after hour comforts me.  The repetition feels soothing, logs clinking upon logs, flame burning, heat rising. II. Writing sentence after sentence burns the same way inside me.  Joy builds with each unexpected word.  Delight … Continue reading

Posted in February 2014 | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 26 Comments


Lately, oh so lately, I’ve been able to sit with my own uncomfortable inner places much longer without turning away. Because of this, I can stay with a good friend on the telephone for 78 minutes and resonate with her … Continue reading

Posted in January 2014 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 33 Comments

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, crab apple jelly, and red Georgia clay

New Year’s Day, 2014. I eat toast slathered with translucent red crab apple jelly that glistens like a stained glass window through its home in a tiny mason jar.  It’s a Christmas gift from a daughter who found it in … Continue reading

Posted in January 2014 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 85 Comments

Throw back your neck and howl

We really must quit meeting like this. We must quit telling stories blessed freezing winter day after winter day. But why not tell stories? The local Anishinabe huddled around campfires in wigwams all winter spinning yarns of Wenabozhoo and the … Continue reading

Posted in December 2013 | Tagged , , , , , ,

I want to twinkle today.

“Do not try to save the whole world or do anything grandiose. Instead, create a clearing in the dense forest of your life and wait there patiently until the song that is your life falls into your own cupped hands … Continue reading

Posted in December 2013 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 30 Comments

Conflict, ice cream & snow for breakfast

Picture this.  The day before Thanksgiving.  Waking up to about eight inches of beautiful fresh white snow outside our Little House in the Big Woods.  The wood stove humming and throbbing to heat our home, relishing its breakfast of hardwood … Continue reading

Posted in November 2013 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | 22 Comments